radicalducati Chapter 412 The Cunning First Wife
Chapter 412 The Cunning First Wife
Lin Feng stood there, stunned, his embarrassment still lingering on his face, but his mind was already in turmoil.
—Wow, you actually increased my favorability just from my gut rumbling?
—Does this mean you find the sound of my intestines rumbling cute?
—As expected of my first wife, she loves me in every way, without any blind spots!
Xia Ning had already turned around, bent down and took out a food box from under the table, then spread a plain tablecloth on the small square table by the window, and put out the three kinds of pastries in the food box: jujube paste pastry, osmanthus cake, and pepper salt ox tongue pastry.
Then, I took a white porcelain teapot from the wooden shelf in the corner, put in a few tea leaves, and filled the thermos with hot water. The aroma of tea rose gently with the steam.
"Let's eat first, there's no rush to train the cat."
Lin Feng sat down at the table, looked at the snacks and tea in front of him, and his stomach growled again.
Without being polite, he picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite. It was soft and fluffy, sweet but not cloying, and the fragrance of osmanthus melted in his mouth, giving him an indescribable sense of comfort.
He looked up at Xia Ning: "Have you eaten yet? How about... we eat together?"
It was just a casual question, but Xia Ning was slightly taken aback, then smiled with her eyes crinkling.
"OK."
As she spoke, she sat down next to Lin Feng, picked up the teapot, and poured herself a cup.
The two shared several snacks with their tea.
Xia Ning ate very carefully, making sure each bite was clean, but she didn't even notice a crumb of pastry accidentally getting on the corner of her mouth.
Lin Feng glanced at the crumbs at the corner of her mouth, didn't think much of it, reached out and gently wiped them with his thumb.
His fingertips brushed against her soft skin, and the tiny bits of debris clung to his fingertips.
Xia Ning froze.
She was still holding the half-eaten jujube paste pastry in her hand, motionless, as if she had been frozen in place.
Her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, spreading from her cheekbones to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.
Lin Feng also realized that his action seemed a bit too intimate—
This is perfectly normal in the Tranquility Quadrant, but Xia Ning hasn't regained her memories yet...
He was about to apologize when he heard a crisp notification sound in his ear—
[Ding, Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 3]
Current favorability rating: 79/100
Lin Feng clenched his fist inwardly. Sure enough, Ningning was still the same as always. Moderate intimacy was more appealing to her than deliberate flattery.
He withdrew his hand and apologized softly, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself when I saw there were crumbs on your lips."
Xia Ning lowered her eyes and pursed her lips slightly: "It's okay."
The room fell silent for a moment.
After a while, Xia Ning suddenly spoke, her voice soft: "How strange."
Lin Feng looked up at her.
"To you..." Xia Ning carefully chose her words, her fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of the teacup, "there's a feeling of déjà vu."
She raised her eyes, her clear pupils reflecting Lin Feng's silhouette, her tone carrying a hint of confusion that she herself couldn't explain:
"It's like...we've known each other for a very, very long time."
Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He put down his teacup, looked into Xia Ning's eyes, and said earnestly, "I feel the same way."
Xia Ning was slightly taken aback.
"When I first saw the Guide," Lin Feng's voice was deep and steady, "I felt a sense of familiarity with him."
"If there is such a thing as a past life," Lin Feng smiled gently, "we were probably family in our past lives."
family.
Not friends, not colleagues, but family.
Xia Ning's heart skipped a beat.
She picked up the teacup and pretended to drink tea, using the rim of the cup to hide her burning cheeks. But the teacup was already empty. She took two sips with the empty cup before realizing what was happening and hurriedly put it down.
"What do you usually like to do?" Xia Ning took the initiative to change the subject.
The two started chatting, from books to music, from music to food, and from food to the strangest things they had ever seen.
As Lin Feng talked about school and the workplace, Xia Ning listened intently, sometimes frowning, sometimes chuckling, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.
[Ding, Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 2]
Current favorability rating: 81/100
Before Lin Feng could even feel happy, a soft, weak voice suddenly rang out—
"Meow--"
The tabby cat in the cage stood up at some point, its two front paws gripping the cage door, its large amber eyes looking at them pitifully, and then it let out a drawn-out "meow."
It's not that she's being affectionate, it's that she's hungry.
Lin Feng and Xia Ning exchanged a glance and both laughed.
"We were so engrossed in our conversation that we forgot about it." Xia Ning stood up, walked to the cage, squatted down, and looked at the cat. Her tone was apologetic. "Are you hungry? I'm sorry."
Lin Feng also came over and squatted down next to her.
"What's the cat's name?" Lin Feng asked casually.
Xia Ning was visibly flustered for a moment, then looked up and thought for a moment before whispering, "Call... Meow."
Lin Feng frowned slightly. Did he really need to think of a name for his own cat for so long?
He remained outwardly calm, his tone so sincere that even he almost believed it:
"Meow Meow, that's a good name. It's simple, easy to remember, and fits its nature perfectly."
Xia Ning's expression relaxed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little, as if she was quite satisfied with the evaluation.
He then casually asked, "Do you have any cat food? I'll feed it a little first."
Xia Ning blushed again and said awkwardly in a low voice:
"I've finished feeding them, but I haven't had time to go buy more... What should I do?"
As she spoke, her eyes darted around, and Xia Ning didn't dare to look at Lin Feng at all. Her gaze shifted back and forth between the cage and the wall, and the tips of her ears turned red again.
Lin Feng sighed silently in his heart:
Ningning, you've given yourself away way too obviously. You clearly just brought a kitten along to try and get close to me.
However... the feeling of being actively "tricked" by the first wife is actually quite enjoyable; none of my family members understand.
He smiled slightly. "It's okay, I have some here."
As she spoke, she took out a small bag of special cat food from her spatial storage, poured it into a small dish, and pushed it in front of the kitten: "Meow, eat up."
As the kitten lowered its head to nibble at the food, he quietly activated [Call of the Wild] and asked the tabby cat with his mind:
"Meow, tell me, were you picked up by Xia Ning from the edge of the plateau?"
The tabby cat raised its head and replied truthfully, "No... I am a butler's cat. This evening, she borrowed me because she said she wanted to draw cats and take me back as a model."
Lin Feng smiled inwardly. Ningning, you're getting more and more cunning these days.
However, I like it very much!
He ruffled the kitten's hair and whispered, "After you finish eating, do a backflip, okay?"
The kitten readily replied, "It's wrapped!"
After the kitten slowly finished eating its food, Lin Feng reached out and gently lifted it onto the table.
He gently stroked the tabby cat's back with his fingertips, demonstrating and guiding the basics of a backflip in a way that only the cat and the person could understand.
The kitten rubbed against his hand affectionately, meowing softly.
Then, Lin Feng took a half step back and said in a deep voice, "Little guy, backflip... let's go!"